This is my favorite book of all time

I had to pay a fine for keeping A Prayer for Owen Meany two weeks past its due date. This was in the last days of 1990. I was eighteen and had yet to grow into the book quitter that I am today.

Back in 1990 I did not care so much for the first hundred-ish pages of OWEN MEANY. It was a strange time in my reading life. I was adrift. Out of high school but not yet enrolled in college due to an oversight by my poverty-stricken parents, I was a self-guided reader and wandered around the Chippewa Falls Library checking out anything that looked remotely interesting.

I could feel myself growing out of young adult books, and yet I was totally disappointed in what I thought were the grown up books. Until I discovered John Irving, grown up books consisted for Judith Krenz, Danielle Steele, and Jackie Collins. Those were, after all, the kinds of books my mom read. Well that, and true crime books by Ann Rule but even then I knew non-fiction was not my thing.

I only picked up OWEN MEANY because it sat on the shelf next to The World According to Garp, and I had fond memories of the movie. So with that in mind I gave OWEN MEANY a shot. I wish I could remember why I didn’t like those first hundred pages, what made me drag my feet so. What I do remember is that once I hit a tipping point I could not be separated from OWEN MEANY and I spent every waking moment immersed in the world of Gravesend, New Hampshire.

Re-reading the book twenty years later, I didn’t have the 100 pages problems. In fact, the moment I opened the book I fell in love all over again. I like to say that Lionel Shriver’s We Need to Talk About Kevin shows us the power of point of view. In that novel we’re so entrenched in Eva’s point of view that we start to think, “yeah, yeah that infant is totally sabotaging her!” It’s crazy and amazing.

OWEN MEANY, to me, shows us the power of foreshadowing. It’s so brilliant. From Watahantowet’s armless totem to OWEN’s dream to the armadillo and the dressmaker’s dummy and about everything else that happens in the book, Irving drops the reader all kinds of clues to what’s going to happen.

So what’s it about? It’s about Johnny Wheelwright the, for lack of a better word, bastard son of Tabitha Wheelwright, the charming, charmed daughter of the wealthy Wheelwright family and his best friend OWEN MEANY, a strange, small kid with an unusual voice. A voice that makes people take notice and sometimes gives them the SHIVERS. Throughout the book OWEN’s dialog is rendered in all caps to get across the unusualness of his VOICE.

It’s so hard to sum this one up, not only because my thoughts about it are clouded by my love for it, but because it’s about so much. The book follows the boys from their childhood in New Hampshire through high school and college, and how the Vietnam War tears them apart. Johnny as a forty-something adult living in Toronto tells the story in flashback, and interspersed are scenes of Johnny’s life now (now being the late-80s, the waning days of Ronald Reagan’s reign).

Gah, that makes it sound so dry, but it’s not. It’s a big, beautiful book about love and friendship and fate and faith and spirituality and politics and Vietnam and the Iran-Contra scandal and it’s all infused with Irving’s humor and engrossing writing. It’s filled with surprises and passion and mystery.

It really is everything you’d want in a novel. Reading this book changed my life. Sounds like an exaggeration, I know, but when you had been reading a steady diet of shitty romance John Irving is a revelation. A Prayer for Owen Meany is the first book that really showed me how beautiful and wondrous and wonderful literature can be.

P.S. Christa, now it’s your turn to read one of your golden oldie favorites.

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  1. Christa 08.Feb.12 at 10:59 am

    Ok, I’m in. It will fit into my: Something old, something new, something from the library, something graphic New Year’s book resolution.

  2. Jodi Chromey 08.Feb.12 at 11:00 am

    Perfect! I am so digging this re-reading kick, way more than I thought I would. It feels like visiting old friends I haven’t seen in forever.

  3. Christa 08.Feb.12 at 11:03 am

    I’m afraid it’s going to a) give me a panic attack like the panic attack I get all the time when I realize how many books in the world I want to read and how I can only have one in my hands at a time and b) show me how awful my taste was when I first started talking about Top Five books.

  4. Jodi Chromey 08.Feb.12 at 11:06 am

    I’ve accepted the fact that I will never get to read all the books I want to read. But I understand that panic attack. It seems even avid readers find re-reading a sort of self-indulgent luxury, and it kind of is, but damn it’s fun.

    Next, I’m going to read a book I adored at like 16-17 I’m a little worried about that one. Thus far, however, I’ve discovered that my taste hasn’t really changed, at least in books. In music? Yow.

  5. Christa 08.Feb.12 at 11:10 am

    I think I might be the opposite, (after recently drooling over Depeche Mode’s live album like it was the first time I’d heard it).

    Here goes nothing with “Patty Jane’s House of Curl.” Kidding. I think I’m going to double back to Atwood.

  6. Jodi Chromey 08.Feb.12 at 11:13 am

    No lie, I considered re-reading Patty Jane’s! I remember reading it when I was like 23 and sobbing through the end of it. We should both read that one sometime in like August when everything sucks.

    I’ve only read two by Atwood, Handmaid’s (loved) and Alias Grace (boring), though I think I have one more lurking around here that I can’t remember the name of.

    You’ve probably had better music taste your whole life than I have. I listen to Jewel or Alanis (both of whom I adored in 1995) and my ears get itchy.

  7. Christa 08.Feb.12 at 12:03 pm

    I’ll totally do a re-read of Patty Jane. I put that book in the hands of so many bookstore customers back in the day. August it is!

    I’ve read a decent amount of Atwood, but Edible Woman was my first and it blew my mind. I think it was this 1970s feminism metaphor if I recall correctly. It’s still in my Top Five because I haven’t really re-written my Top Five recently, though I should because of Infinite Jest and Underworld.

  8. Jodi Chromey 08.Feb.12 at 9:07 pm

    I haven’t re-written my Top Five, probably ever. I like to let it be vague and interchangeable. When I think about it thought I think I might have to add Goon Squad to the list, which means I’d have to book one out and I’m not quite willing to do that yet.

  9. Christa 09.Feb.12 at 1:01 am

    I think I have like eight books in my Top Five. I choose vague, too.

    Anyway, I’ve poked around in the basement and decided on my book: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera.

    This is one of the eight that is in my Top Five. I’ve read it a few times, but not since I started keeping track on Goodreads, so I’m probably due.

  10. Shelley 09.Feb.12 at 10:35 am

    “Changed my life” is not an exaggeration.

    It’s the measure.

  11. susie 10.Feb.12 at 8:57 am

    I haven’t read a ton of Atwood, but I remember being intrigued and liking The Blind Assassin a while ago.


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